Ira was just like you and me until the impossible occurred, twisting him and all he loved. Now there is only survival, but if he ever gets the chance ... Revenge!

This is my first ever fetish story it is fictitious, and features smoking fetish and transgender content in a gentle way.

Espionage!

Fiction by Johnny Cumlately.

A cold war spy plot that went wrong!

Boris was born in Kostroma, an industrial town on the banks of the Volga River, some distance north of Moscow. His father was Russian, a marine engineer, but his mother was English, so he was brought up to be bilingual. His father had been seconded to a British company involved in building a large oil exploration platform and had met and married his mother while there. As a very young lad, Boris had naturally wavy fair hair and was small for his age, so that he was sometimes mistaken for a girl.

There are many programmes out there that allow you to manipulate photographs, some might say improve on the original. Magazines do this with their models to create perfect skin etc. But what if those changes affect more than the skin and go deeper?

CHAPTER 9
Ashton is dead. Long live Ashley

I hadn’t realized that six months had gone by. So one morning, I got out of the shower, just like every day, and to my big surprise I ran into John. He was sitting on my bed. When I entered the room he stood up. I guess he was taken back by what he saw, because he simply stared at me for a long time without saying anything.

“Holy shit...” he whispered. “You look like...” but he never ended the phrase. He was speechless.

Synopsis: A pregnancy simulator seems an ideal way of convincing Paul's wife that pregnancy is really not that bad, and they agree to try it on holiday on Seacombe Moor. But it's not just the jailbreak from Seacombe Prison that turns everything upside down for Paul. This story is complete but is being serialised in six chapters, to be released at approximately daily intervals.

Synopsis: A pregnancy simulator seems an ideal way of convincing Paul's wife that pregnancy is really not that bad, and they agree to try it on holiday on Seacombe Moor. But it's not just the jailbreak from Seacombe Prison that turns everything upside down for Paul. This story is complete but is being serialised in six chapters, to be released at approximately daily intervals.

Synopsis: A pregnancy simulator seems an ideal way of convincing Paul's wife that pregnancy is really not that bad, and they agree to try it on holiday on Seacombe Moor. But it's not just the jailbreak from Seacombe Prison that turns everything upside down for Paul. This story is complete but is being serialised in six chapters, to be released at approximately daily intervals.

CHAPTER 5
A Son’s Farewell

That summer I spent with John at Martha’s Vineyard was the last time I would be in control of my own life. But at the time, I didn’t know it.

When I returned home, I simply spent one week packing to leave for Chicago where I would be starting college in the fall. It was now late July and I had a lot of things to do before fall term began. As a graduation present, my parents gave me a brand-new car, so I packed, said my farewells and drove off to Chicago.

CHAPTER 2
A Transvestite is Born

The following morning I woke up with a wonderful feeling over me. I felt as if I had something to look forward to in my life. I literally sprang out of bed and went into the shower.

My cock still hurt a little and I had a sore groin from those extraordinary orgasms. But I felt invigorated. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts and emotions.

Was I really a freak? Do all kids go through what I had gone through the night before? Was I a pervert for getting aroused by my mom’s smell?

I have heard that medical mistakes are made all the time, but my parents never thought I would become another one of the statistics. I suffered from a torn ligament in my right knee. I had been out jogging yesterday morning when I stepped in a hole and heard a pop. I went down writhing in pain holding my knee. I had to use my cell phone to call home and tell my mother what happened. She came and picked me up and we made our way to the hospital where I was taken for an MRI. The doctors told us that the damage required surgery.